She’s a goddess, don’t you think? When her palm fits so perfectly against your throat and she can feel your hummingbird heart beat. When she squeezes just hard enough and everything goes a little fuzzy-muzzy beautiful. She’s barely touching, just a hand around your throat, but you feel her everywhere.
In the blood racing and burning in your veins, in the arousal simmering under your skin, in the whimper slithering past your lips. It’s her, because of her, hers; all of it. The breath caught in your throat and the desperation ready to swallow you whole, all hers.
She owns you darling, every little bit, and she’s always happy to prove it. So get on your knees, it’s time for worship.
Oh my God , hummingbird heart.. wow.. that is beautiful alliteration. I don’t know why I love it so much . I just do
I saw this comment an hour and I’ve been smiling since. thank you very much
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